Evil Princess of Amen-Ra

From: Vishnu Vardhan Sadhana
Just go through this completely. Of all tales of the supernatural, this
one is perhaps the best-documented, the most disturbing and the most
difficult to explain…Read on..

The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 1,500 years before Christ. When she
died; she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a
vault at Luxor, on the banks of the Nile. In the late 1890s, 4
rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy
an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess
of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand
pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was
seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned. The next day,
one of the remaining 3 men was shot by an Egyptian servant
accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated.
The 3rd man in the four some found on his return home that the bank
holding his entire savings had failed.The 4th guy suffered a severe
illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches on the street.
Nevertheless, the coffin reached England causing other misfortunes
along the way), where a London businessman bought it. After 3 of his
family members had been injured in a road accident and his house
damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum. As
the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the
truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passer-by. Then as two
workmen were lifting the casket up the stairs, one fell and broke his
leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two
days later.
Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really
started. The museum’s night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering
and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often
hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty, causing the other
watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too.
When a visitor derisively flicked a dust cloth at the face painted on
the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards. Finally, the
authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement figuring it
could not do any harm down there. Within a week, one of the helpers was
seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his
desk. By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer
took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting
on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face.The photographer was said
to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself. Soon
afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After
continuous misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.
A well-known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited
the premises. Upon entry, she was sized with a shivering fit and
searched the house for the source of “an evil influence of incredible
intensity”. She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case.”Can
you exorcise this evil spirit?” asked the owner. “There is no such
thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about
it.I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible.”
But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20
people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the
casket, in barely 10 years was now well known. Eventually, a hardheaded
American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of
circumstance) paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its
removal to New York. In April 1912, the new owner escorted its
treasure aboard a sparkling new White Star liner about to make its
maiden voyage to New York. On the night of April 14, amid scenes of
unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500
passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of
the ship was Titanic.

Thanks Kitty. This was supposed to bring out the irony in someone actually going through the pains of collecting so much history. Your link further pushes the point that somone out there has too much time on their hands to –
1) make a theory
2) refute it
3) go on debating…

Are you implying I have to much time in my hands as well? hmmmmmm? (lol. Actually I do! I’m just a little housewife ^_^ )

I think one will always come across people that will try to debate certain information. Things that just seem to go against any normal or scientific explanations and facts. They are the true seekers of knowledge. And yes, while researching if the information behind a folk tale is valid or not may seem a little silly, imagine if Galileo hadn’t had enough time in his hands to study the motion of planets, projectiles and falling objects? At the time his studies (he actually threw cannon balls from top of buildings) were rather silly, and even heretic.

So it really isn’t a pain to collect all that information, or even to check the velidity of such information as long as you enjoy doing it. I mean… otherwise we wouldn’t have Historians either.

But the motion of planets at Gailelio’s time was not a folk-tale. And, do we need Historians? OK, someone did something and died. Do we need people digging this thing up? And funnily, weaving their own tales?Maybe we do!

As per my point (3), it seems that I too have too much time. That is to be expected as I am a PhD student 😉

Well I guess we do need historians, of course, that does not mean I like history, but it is often good to know what happened many years back. If not to learn from past mistakes (feh! as if we humans learn from past mistakes) at least to be awed by the beauty of what people could do ages ago without the aid of everything we have now. ^_^ I’m into pre-Columbian art so I read a bit of art history textbooks.

Oh and yes, yes, you probably do have time in your hands. With all those students that you can recruit to do your research for you. hahahahah. It will get even better when you finish the dissertation and get a post at a univesity. Then you’ll even get paid for just showing up to a class and talk about things that many students won’t care about. :p

Just kidding! ^_^ I paid attention to classes that concerned my degrees, the fillers… I payed attention as well, but not with as much joy (ex. US History and Politics. *gag choke gag*)